The pub was filled with loud talking and shouting,echoing all over the place. The pub was filled with loads of young people,all mostly drunk out of their minds.. It was after all a Saturday night.

Jack Reacher sat alone in a corner booth,hands on the table,legs spread,a half-empty glass of whiskey by his left hand. The cushion of the couch opposite of him creaked and he looked up at the stranger now sitting across from him. “Can I help you..?”